Will it never end?

Late yesterday morning I started feeling sick. I skipped my workout because I was in the bathroom about every 10 minutes - figured that had to be as good for weight loss as 30 minutes on the treadmill, right? Plus my back hurt worse than it has in ages.
By the time I picked Tessa up from school I was in pretty bad shape. On the way home I told her that Ash and I were still feeling sick, so we were going to take it easy. We'd all just hang out and watch a movie together - it will be fun!
When we got home Tessa changed her clothes and then came into my bedroom where I was changing and Asher was practicing for the whiniest toddler in the world award. She helped him take off his shoes and socks and both of them were sitting on my bed when Asher suddenly puked ALL over my bedspread.
So we made it about 36 hours between puking, but then it started again.
And, by the way, the bedspread is MAJOR drama. More on that later.

So I cleaned him up, got the kids set up in front of Shrek the 3rd and then spent half an hour cleaning up puke, stripping my bed, etc.
By the time I was done I was definitely sick. Absolutely exhausted and with my lower back aching like I was in labor. I sat down on the couch with the kids and fell asleep for about 30 minutes. Asher fell asleep next to me. Tessa bounced around the room like Tigger.

Matt got home...the rest of the evening is a blur. He was disappointingly unsympathetic to my sickness...he'd spend much of his day in the bathroom and had a childbirth backache going, himself. We were so lethargic that we watched 'Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader' and 'Don't Forget the Lyrics' on Fox before getting in bed at 9:00. We read for a bit and turned off the light to go to sleep at about 9:30. At 9:31, Asher woke up, screaming, to throw up again.
And so began the 5th sleepless night this week.

Matt was up with Asher twice, I was up with him once. Tessa was in our room once, as well. Poor Matt spent a good portion of the night hugging the toilet. I must have slept...but I felt like I tossed and turned all night.

This morning we were in bad shape. Matt curled up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanky, and I hobbled around, bent almost in half, with a hot water bottle on my back.
We did absolutely nothing worthwhile until about 12:30, then I got Tessa ready for a Birthday party she was invited to. Matt took her to the party and I showered. He showered and washed Ash up, too, when he got home.
Cleaning up always helps, this afternoon was a marked improvement over this morning - though almost anything is an improvement over being nearly dead.

We ended up canceling our plans for tonight. I'm sure that puts us in the dog house with our friends, but we were in no shape to have dinner at an Italian restaurant or go for drinks at a trendy bar. Of course, that could be my own guilt. Nothing I hate more than letting people down. Plus, we were looking forward to it. It's too bad, it's been a while since we've been out and we had a sitter :(

Asher has NOT thrown up today, and he seems to be doing better than he has been for days. Matt and I are crossing our fingers that we'll be better tomorrow. It's football day - I'd really like to feel well enough to scrapbook or sew while I watch!
I hate, hate, hate being sick. It's about 10 times worse when Matt is sick, too.